Fandom High Dormitories

Even four...five..six weeks in Fandom hadn't shaken the early riser syndrome out of Neil. After a shower, he pulled on some casual -for him- clothes and grabbed up his Traditional Fairy tales books and headed out to the common room. He had been working in his room all day yesterday and just needed a change of scenary.

Dropping the books on the couch, Neil headed over to make a little breakfast first. His usual fare, bacon, oatmeal, toast and coffee. Fairly soon the common room was filled with the scent of frying bacon and oatmeal with maple syrup.

[ooc: No need to say that a common room is open, right?]

After waking up at the decadent hour of 8:30ish in the morning, Neil grabbed a shower. He had spent most of that shower trying not to whiskey tango foxtrot at the rubber duckie -someone had left in the shower- as it waddled around his feet, and then after pulling on pressed slacks, dress shirt, tie and sweater, he headed down to the common room to investigate the possibility of some breakfast.

It was snowing, granted only a light snow but snow all the same and to Neil's northern bred mind that meant it was a good day for some bacon, oatmeal, tea and toast. All of these were items he could actually cook. He'd seen people microwave bacon but with a shrug pulled out a skillet to do it the way he'd learned from his mother. The instant oatmeal was also set aside for working with the real stuff and toast, it always toast.

Turning on the radio to keep him company as he cooked, Neil chuckled along with the morning program as he set about frying the bacon.

[ooc: Open as common rooms often are after all.]